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Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover
Chapter Summary: Xander is planning something.
Word Count: 530
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
“So, babe, do I get to know where we’re going?” Leon teases. It’d been a pleasant surprise to find Xander actually had a motorcycle license, although it was a little strange he’d had one without an actual motorcycle. Most people who bothered to get one were enthusiasts with an eye on at least one model before they went to the trouble, and given the relative lack compared to, say, cars, getting a license ‘just in case’ made less sense. But then, from the sounds of it, Redgrave had grown up poor (no shame there; after he’d become an orphan Leon dealt with the same kind of thing) and the answer to the why, the short version anyway, probably went something like ‘Sunnydale’.
There’s no one else he’d really trust to drive his baby, though, and as much as he’d like to be the one in charge, with Xander behind him, he’s not complaining about the reversal or the view. He probably doesn’t need to be quite this secure behind his boyfriend, but he’s been itching for an excuse to put his hands on those muscles he’d seen at the gym, and from the shy grin as Xander handed him the helmet Redgrave was practically handing him that excuse on a silver platter. Particularly since it’s not exactly like they needed to take private transportation to get anywhere unless they were going out of the city.
“Ehh, you’re a bright, handsome young agent. You’ll figure it out,” his boyfriend quips back, and despite himself Leon blushes lightly. He’d think he’d be over this kind of thing by now, but he’d be wrong. That’s too cute.
“So I’m dressed for the occasion?” he clarifies. True, if he wasn’t they’d have to turn around, so he’s pretty sure Xander would have said something if that wasn’t the case, but he can be pretty absent-minded.
Xander chuckles. “Always, Agent Kennedy,” he states warmly, ‘like’ in his voice, and Leon grins, taking in a deep breath and smelling his boyfriend’s shampoo as the world rushes by.
When they stop, though, he raises an eyebrow. “You were being cagey about…the movies?”
His handsome half-devil shakes his head, nervously tucking some of the fringe of white hair behind an ear. He’s still smiling mysteriously, though, and he refuses to answer the question, so… “You mentioned the new zombie movie, so…”
“I will figure out whatever you’re hiding,” he threatens, and Xander, the dork, actually waggles his eyebrows. Which makes the hair fall right back again.
“I look forward to seeing your interrogation techniques in action, Agent,” he practically purrs in Kennedy’s ear as he carefully takes off the motorcycle helmet he’d insisted on (probably because of the ‘superpowered human still equals some flavor of breakable human’ thing Xander’s yet to shake). He bursts out laughing at Leon’s playful pout, which can’t keep a smile off his face, either.
“Only the biggest popcorn for my favorite handsome agent,” Xander continues, opening the door with a bow and a flourish, and Leon starts to wonder if Xander’s decided on ‘agent’ as his pet name, because it didn’t particularly sound teasing or unprofessional until Xander started playing with the word.
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover
Chapter Summary: Xander is planning something.
Word Count: 530
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander
“So, babe, do I get to know where we’re going?” Leon teases. It’d been a pleasant surprise to find Xander actually had a motorcycle license, although it was a little strange he’d had one without an actual motorcycle. Most people who bothered to get one were enthusiasts with an eye on at least one model before they went to the trouble, and given the relative lack compared to, say, cars, getting a license ‘just in case’ made less sense. But then, from the sounds of it, Redgrave had grown up poor (no shame there; after he’d become an orphan Leon dealt with the same kind of thing) and the answer to the why, the short version anyway, probably went something like ‘Sunnydale’.
There’s no one else he’d really trust to drive his baby, though, and as much as he’d like to be the one in charge, with Xander behind him, he’s not complaining about the reversal or the view. He probably doesn’t need to be quite this secure behind his boyfriend, but he’s been itching for an excuse to put his hands on those muscles he’d seen at the gym, and from the shy grin as Xander handed him the helmet Redgrave was practically handing him that excuse on a silver platter. Particularly since it’s not exactly like they needed to take private transportation to get anywhere unless they were going out of the city.
“Ehh, you’re a bright, handsome young agent. You’ll figure it out,” his boyfriend quips back, and despite himself Leon blushes lightly. He’d think he’d be over this kind of thing by now, but he’d be wrong. That’s too cute.
“So I’m dressed for the occasion?” he clarifies. True, if he wasn’t they’d have to turn around, so he’s pretty sure Xander would have said something if that wasn’t the case, but he can be pretty absent-minded.
Xander chuckles. “Always, Agent Kennedy,” he states warmly, ‘like’ in his voice, and Leon grins, taking in a deep breath and smelling his boyfriend’s shampoo as the world rushes by.
When they stop, though, he raises an eyebrow. “You were being cagey about…the movies?”
His handsome half-devil shakes his head, nervously tucking some of the fringe of white hair behind an ear. He’s still smiling mysteriously, though, and he refuses to answer the question, so… “You mentioned the new zombie movie, so…”
“I will figure out whatever you’re hiding,” he threatens, and Xander, the dork, actually waggles his eyebrows. Which makes the hair fall right back again.
“I look forward to seeing your interrogation techniques in action, Agent,” he practically purrs in Kennedy’s ear as he carefully takes off the motorcycle helmet he’d insisted on (probably because of the ‘superpowered human still equals some flavor of breakable human’ thing Xander’s yet to shake). He bursts out laughing at Leon’s playful pout, which can’t keep a smile off his face, either.
“Only the biggest popcorn for my favorite handsome agent,” Xander continues, opening the door with a bow and a flourish, and Leon starts to wonder if Xander’s decided on ‘agent’ as his pet name, because it didn’t particularly sound teasing or unprofessional until Xander started playing with the word.
